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For the last six months I have been noticing a great deal of change with my bowels. Some days loose some days nothing. To make the story short - when hubby and I would get together on my nights off (I work 11pm to 7am) I would move my bowels while making love and not realize I did this till afterwards. How embarrassing...
So I try to avoid too much loving or I get a big IBS mess. So I went to the doctors and told him my story and he said basically it sounded like IBS. He said I should try to decide what foods aggravate the situation and to stay away from milk. I go back in a month. I am so relieved it wasn't just in my head. I work at a hospital so I kind of knew something wasn't right. E-mail me if you want to share stories or just for some help/talk.
I was diagnosed with IBS two years ago. My first episode took place after my daily one and a half hour bus ride to my job. I had just arrived at work (I arrived one hour earlier than the rest of the staff) and started getting the office up and running. Without any warning whatsoever, my IBS experience occurred.
From the waist down everything was soiled. I got to the bathroom and spent the next 40 minutes cleaning up as best I could. Everything had to be washed out and I managed to dry them out while I was wearing them with a small heater in the office. I controlled the smell with some cologne I had in my drawer.
Soon after I was diagnosed with IBS. I take Bentyl to keep my bowels from contracting. Unlike some of the others with this problem, I never have cramping etc, or any other type of warning, it simply lets loose. It almost always occurs within 30 minutes after eating, however it can happen after just a bite or two.
It has happened to me in grocery stores, restaurants, at home, at friends' homes, you name it, it's happened there. I decided it was best to
be up front with my friends, family, and co-workers about the problem, and I have had embarrassing IBS episodes with all of them.
I always carry extra clothing from the waist down when I go out, plus plastic zippered bags for soiled clothing, and a clean-up kit. I also carry a large plastic bag to sit on in the car. I never eat before I travel and eating out is terrifying.
I live in San Francisco and some parts of it aren't all that great. I was with my ex-boyfriend at the time and we had gone to eat out at a spicy Chinese restaurant. At the time I didn't know I had IBS, but I knew that whenever my tummy was gurgling, that meant danger! I need to go now!
So we were passing Hunters Point (a really ghetto neighborhood) and on the freeway there was traffic. I was in so much pain. It was traffic and I was having an anxiety attack. I was in so much pain. I was in tears.
I got out of the car on the freeway and ran off. I went to the gas station and asked to use the bathroom. The guy wouldn't let me in so I started cursing and yelling and screaming. I even threatened the guy... he looked at me like I was crazy.
Even those thugs that were sitting out there looked at me like I was crazy. Anyway, my ex-boyfriend drove me home taking the streets instead of the
freeway and running red lights. I made it home just in time. Now I know not to eat out as much.
When my son was five months old, I was out to dinner with my parents. I took my son to the bathroom to change him, when all of a sudden I had to go. I started panicking because I wasn't going to be able to make it back into the dinning room! So I had to go while holding my son on my lap in a public bathroom, while others waited outside the door to go.
It was so embarrassing to have women staring at you because you're coming out holding a baby and it was obvious you were the one that was going. I hurried to return back to the table with my son, get my food wrapped to go and get home before the next attack, and enjoy my dinner without embarrassment. And that was with taking Imodium before I ordered my dinner!
It's funny really. My mum has had this for 20 odd years and the doctors in England just realized she has it. My doctor here in the US found out (as the last result) after a few months. I was in the ER a lot because of the pain and finally deciding not to eat at all. I wouldn't eat for a couple of days, then finally I got to be so weak that I had to eat something. My doctor had me take some medications but none of them worked, finally he said that there was nothing he could do to help and just 'live with it' right!
I was in K-Mart with my family, oh it was terrible, I started to soil myself (I didn't even feel that I had to go it just happened). I ran to the
bathroom, and while I was in there (with my daughter helping me) some people came in and said 'it smells like manure in here, I didn't know that K-mart sold pigs and cows here'. The good part was that my hubby brought me a new pair of pants and three new dresses, but it was so embarrassing, I couldn't stop crying.
Since then it is really hard to go out anywhere, plus I have diabetes and anxiety. It's hard to know what to eat but the food that helps the most is TV dinners, most anything that is cooked, but no spicy foods. I love English chocolate not American, American chocolate makes it worse.
Sometimes it's hard to know what is IBS and what's anxiety, cause with IBS I get the other or the other way around. Soda is not good either. I see food and say OK, can I eat it? I really have to force myself most of the time. Thank you for this time to express these things.
Damn! Having IBS is a big pain in the butt, let me tell you. My ex-bf and I were celebrating my graduation from high school. He wanted to take me out to a nice fancy restaurant and go to watch one of those fancy nice plays.
There I was dressed in red, felt like Cinderella in a nice expensive dress. At the play, my stomach started gurgling, and I kept saying to myself 'no, not tonight!' I was trying so hard to keep it in but I felt the urge. Later on after dinner, I started getting nervous and told my ex to just drive me home, fast! We had just gotten on the freeway, and there was traffic. I couldn't hold it in.
I got out of the car, took off my high heels and ran off the freeway to the gas station. I couldn't hold it in. I banged on the gas station door coz it was the closest off the freeway (this was at Oakland, the worst part of the neighborhood with drive-by shootings all over).
There I was yelling and screaming in a beautiful elegant dress looking all sexy, and asking to use the bathroom, the guy thought I was crazy. He called the cops and I left. I held it in till I got home but that was a nightmare.